WS Quote


  • "Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point." ~ Wallace Stevens

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I have to say, I keep reading and re-reading this and it's just harder access for me than some of his other work. Something about the language that's keeping it a little fenced -- like a beautiful rose briar protecting something more delicate at the center.

nicely said, lori. i recall carl jung's dictum that we must always protect our 'center': there is some secret core that must be kept hidden from view.

my reading assumes he writes of 'Poetry,' personified, and in that antique style in which he wrote his earliest poems, the ones published at harvard. i always think he's writing on more than one level, and one wonders of whom he is thinking when he goes on about Poetry as mother, sister, queen. Is it Elsie's hair he's thinking of? His love and use of 'the earth' ran counter to the thinking of the religious community of his forbears, and that kind of thinking runs deep. His 'era' threw it off, and this was his way: to love the poetic potential of the Earth combined with the spiritual power of the Imagination.

what can I say? music is my life and i can't live without it ...

i had no idea that Stevens first wrote for the Theosophical Society's Journal 'The Dial.' This makes so much sense to me!

I love WS's poems and the many interpretations people bring to them. That's why I started this blog.

I love WS's poetry even when I don't understand it - it's so musical and full of beautiful imagery. The ancients wrote all kinds of odes and hymns and elegies and so on and that's what this poem seems like to me. It just has the feel of some sort of 'ode.'

I wonder if this poem might be about WS's wife? After all, the opposite is a kind of 'strange unlike' - like and yet unlike, no? She was noted for her beautiful hair (she is the woman in profile on the US dime) and yet she shunned celebrity. She wasn't interest in that at all.

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